02/01/2025

Wrath
3 Reviews

Wrath
1
My first love
The first niche perfume I ever owned. Heady leather—not "new car" unless the car is a chariot owned by a god of the underworld—melts into syrupy suede upon which drops of anise nectar have accidentally showered. The may rose is shockingly potent and keeps things from feeling claustrophobic or weighty. If Marcel Proust's self-insert MC wore kohl eyeliner, if opioids were good for you to take every day, if the darkest parts of life were secretly the sweetest—this would be the way the world smelled.